Intensely Twisted Fate

Chapter : 21

Laranya's POV

I woke up to the feel of Shravan’s arm draped around me, his body nestled close to mine. The sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow on his face, making him look even more handsome. His hair was slightly tousled, and his lips were parted ever so slightly in sleep. I couldn't help but smile, remembering how he’d asked last night if I was comfortable with cuddling. It was such a small thing, yet it spoke volumes about how much he cared for me—always wanting to make sure I was okay. His thoughtfulness, his gentle nature… I couldn’t imagine my life without him.

But then, as much as the warmth of these thoughts filled me, a bitter one seeped in. Aarav’s words from last night echoed in my mind, and the uncertainty of it all made my heart tighten a little. Asking our parents directly might not be the best approach right now; it could do more harm than good. Still, I needed to talk to Shravan about it, to know if he ever tried to find out more about his past from his parents. Maybe that could guide us on what to do next.

I looked at his peaceful face, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deeply, still in the world of dreams. I felt so lucky to have him—so certain that it was either him or none at all for me. Leaning in, I placed a soft kiss on his forehead, my hand gently running through his hair as I cherished this quiet moment.

Just then, he stirred, his eyes slowly fluttering open. A sleepy smile spread across his face as he looked up at me. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble.

“Good morning, handsome,” I replied, smiling back at him. “Sleep well?”

“Better than ever.” he replied, a lazy smile spreading across his face. I could see the warmth in his eyes as he took in my morning look. I felt a rush of affection.

After a quick shower and a change into comfortable clothes, we decided to cook our brunch together. We both loved cooking, and it was a perfect way to spend our Sunday. The kitchen filled with the smell of spices and fresh vegetables as we prepared a simple yet delicious meal. We joked around, playfully shoving each other and sneaking bites of the food we were making.

While we sat down to eat, I couldn’t shake off the thought of my earlier question. “Shravan,” I started, taking a sip of my juice, “have you ever asked your parents about your biological parents?”

He paused, looking thoughtful. “Actually, I did ask Mom a couple of days ago,” he said, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of emotion. “She told me it wasn’t her place to tell me about them and that it’s not the right time. Then she quickly changed the subject.”

I felt a pang of sympathy for him. “I’m sorry, Shravan. That must be really hard for you.”

He shrugged, attempting to brush it off, but I could see the flicker of hurt in his eyes. “It’s okay. I’ve accepted that it’s part of my life. I guess I just need to take things as they come.”

We shared some lovey-dovey banter as we finished our meal, laughing and teasing each other about silly things. It felt good to just be ourselves, away from the stress of the world. After brunch, we sank into the couch, and I laid my head on his lap, feeling utterly relaxed.

“Have you thought about live-in, I mean we haven't told them about it yet?” I asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I have. Maybe next week, we can bring up the whole live-in thing with our parents?” he suggested, running his fingers gently through my hair. “I think we should take it slow.”

“I agree,” I said, my heart swelling. “It’s a big step. And I know we haven't told them about us yet, but it feels right.”

He nodded, his eyes serious. “By the way, I’ve been thinking about finding a new place to live. This house was given to me by Nick, and I think I can handle my own expenses now.”